She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and slowly started to move her hand up and down my dick. I groaned in delight.
“We can’t tell anyone about this, Tom,” she blurted out as her smooth rhythm started to steadily quicken.
“Of course – it’s our secret. Oh shit, that feels so good Becky. You’re really good at this. Do you do this a lot for Andy?” I teased.
“Stop it! This is already really embarrassing. Stop making it worse!”
“Sorry – just making conversation,” I laughed. “Oh yeah baby, faster, faster,” I moaned as her hand started to blur on my cock.
Luckily I’d had a wank in the shower that morning so I was feeling confident about my stamina. In fact after five minutes and several switches of hand, Becky slowed down frustratedly.
“God, this is taking forever,” she complained.
“Let me feel your tits and I’ll come a lot quicker,” I requested cheekily. Becky gave me an annoyed look but after another couple of minutes relented.
“OK you can have a quick feel if it helps.”
Grinning, I reached across and started to pull her blouse up out of her skirt.
“Stop that!” She batted me away, interestingly, with only one hand, the other continuing to toss me firmly.
“Come on, Becky,” I pleaded. “I’ll come a lot quicker if you get them out and let me have a proper feel.”
She didn’t say anything other than swear so I started unbuttoning her blouse again, revealing an attractive lacy white bra covering her slightly tanned tits. I reached around her and, at the third attempt, unclasped her bra causing her breasts to surge forward invitingly.
She still hadn’t stopped wanking me; I couldn’t tell whether it was because she was getting into it, because she just wanted to finish it quickly or because she just didn’t know what else to do. All three probably.
I lifted up her bra triumphantly exposing her beautifully shaped breasts, firm with small pinky-brown nipples, a good handful, larger than I’d expected.
“Oh, they’re absolutely perfect, Becky,” I breathed in anticipation.
“Thanks, Tom,” she seemed genuinely pleased that I was so impressed.
I reached out and gently lifted them before squeezing them more firmly, feeling her nipples harden against my palms.
“You’ve got absolutely fantastic tits, Becky.”
She giggled and redoubled her efforts on my dick, her hand moving up and down at a swifter pace.
“Oh, yes, I’m getting close,” I groaned. “Have you got any tissues?”
“No,” she answered. “There must be something in here,” she looked around the car.
“Quickly, Becky I’m going to come very soon – we can’t go and meet my wife with come all over our clothes!”
“There isn’t anything!” she cried and she started to slow her hand down.
“Don’t stop – use your mouth!” I ordered.
“What! No!” she yelled.
“Come on. You must suck Andy’s dick – just pretend it’s his!” I put my hand behind her head and pulled it down to my cock.
After momentary resistance, she came to a decision, swore and slid her mouth down over my cock. Just a hint of hesitation and then she began to slide her pursed lips up and down my shaft.
Her mouth was everything about which I’d ever fantasised. Hot and wet and sucking like a vacuum pump. I just couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Oh fuck, here I come,” I whispered as I began to spurt in her mouth.
She moaned around my cock as her mouth began to fill up but kept her head bobbing until my cock began to soften. She lifted her head up and, distraught, looked me in the eye before opening her door and spitting my come onto the ground outside.
“Thanks, Becky that was great,” I said as she wiped her sleeve across her mouth.
“I can’t believe we did that – it was so rude,” she replied.
“Well I for one have no regrets,” I smiled as I began to put my cock away. I looked down at a glob of come squeezing out of the end of my penis. “Becky, there’s just a little bit more on the end – would you mind?”
She looked at me and shook her head as if she couldn’t believe my effrontery but bent her head down and licked my knob clean with three swirls of her agile tongue. Apart from a low moan of delight, I didn’t say anything; she seemed to swallow whatever she’d licked up.
“Right, let’s get going!” she said with more than a hint of pleading in her voice.
We set off, making better time and got to the outskirts of London relatively quickly, spending the time in silence or chatting about inconsequentialities. However I still couldn’t keep my mind off the handjob/blowjob she’d given me just a couple of hours before.
“Do you usually swallow when you suck Andy’s cock, Becky?” I asked abruptly during a conversation on something work-related.
She looked up at me, eyes wide with disbelief and her mouth open in astonishment at my question.
“Tom! Stop it! We can’t talk about sex any more and especially not what happened!” She folded her arms with finality as she replied.
“Becky, relax – look we’ve worked together for, what, six months now and I can’t see why what happened has to change anything,” I said disingenuously. “And I’m just curious about your sex life – you can ask me questions about mine.”
She looked across at me with a stern expression before sighing and murmuring, I think, “Oh, I’m such a slut.”
She continued, “Yes, I do usually, you know, swallow.” I could tell she was blushing again.
“Becky! Why didn’t you swallow my spunk then?” I teased.
“I almost did but I just thought it would be disloyal to Andy,” she admitted. I didn’t point out that letting me come in her mouth in the first place might already be testing her loyalty to her boyfriend somewhat.
“Oh what a shame – I’ve often thought about you swallowing my come.”
“Tom!” she shrieked, “Stop being so naughty.” She was definitely blushing now.